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And heart.
Leaning my head back, I stare up at the cloudless sky, my brain scrambling to come up with something. Anything. I always have a ready insult to throw at her, but right now, my mind’s a blank.
Finally, I turn my attention to her, wondering why she hasn’t left yet. If she didn’t give a shit about me, she’d be gone already. Right?
“So I guess you like it sloppy and with too much tongue. Noted. Maybe next time that’s what I’ll give you.” I snag her hand and pull her in close, her body colliding with mine. Just like that, my skin tingles, wanting more.
Wanting her.
“There will be no next time,” she says between clenched teeth.
“Because you’re Blake’s now? Wonder what your brother would say when he finds out you’ve gone from one of his best friends to the next.” I smirk.
“If you go through enough of us, maybe we could all get together one night and run a train on you. I’d bet you’d like,”
The slap comes out of nowhere, right across my face. She’s already jerked her hand out of my grip and there are tears streaming down her cheeks. Angry ones. Her gaze blazes with fury and I’ve never seen her look so beautiful.
“You’re disgusting,” she whispers harshly before she turns and marches away.
Away from me.
I watch her go, my gaze dropping to her ass. Even knowing how mad she is, I can’t help but check her out. Or find her attractive.
Like I’d run a train on her with my friends. Please. I wouldn’t let any of those fucks so much as look at her.
Harper’s mine.
She belongs to me.
**
“Come over to my house later,” Ryan proposes as we walk out to the parking lot after school.
“Why?” I ask warily, not wanting to see Harper. It’s probably best if I keep my distance for a couple hours.
Couple days.
Whatever.
“I scored a few fine ass blunts, that why.” Ryan grins.
“And you wouldn’t believe where I found them.”
“Where?”
“On the roof of the school. I was up there in the middle of seventh period and found them hidden behind an air conditioning unit. Wrapped up all nice and neat.” Ryan laughs.
“You probably stole someone’s stash.” I shake my head.
“They’re going to be real pissed when they discover it’s gone.”
“Who cares? They’re the dumbasses who left it up there.” Ryan is still laughing, pleased as hell with himself.
“And what were you doing on the roof anyway?”
He comes to a stop and I do too, watching him carefully. He’s been acting more mysterious lately, and I have no idea what he’s been up to.
“Sneaking out of class. I can’t stand school anymore.” He shakes his head.
“I just want to graduate and get out of here.”
“We’ve still got a long way to go,” I say as we resume walking.
“Don’t remind me,” he mutters.
“We on for tonight or what?”
“Where are your parents?” I don’t think they’d approve of us getting together and having a blunt sesh at their house.
Ryan glances around, as if he doesn’t want anyone else to hear us.
“They’re out of town for the next few days and into the weekend. My dad is on a business trip and Mom went with him. And since they found out about our last get together at the house, they gave Harp and I a bunch of shit about having no one over. The lecture was fuckin’ torture.”
Interesting.
“But you’re still having a bunch of people over.”
“Not a bunch,” Ryan clarifies.
“Only a choice few. I’m inviting a couple of the guys. You know, the usual.”
“Like Blake?” I’ll want to tear that fucker’s man bun right off his head the first chance I get.
Ryan frowns.
“I already talked to him and he said he had to pass. Said something else came up last minute, though he also promised he’d try to stop by later.”
Huh. Wonder what the hell that’s about.
“And where will your sister be?” My voice is casual. My entire demeanor nonchalant. I don’t want to look like I care about Harper’s whereabouts.
But I do care. I care a lot.
“Studying in her room? She said she has an essay due and doesn’t want us to disturb her.” Ryan laughs.
“We can just smoke outside, you know?”
“Sure,” I say.
“I’ll be there. What time?”
“Seven? Whenever, man. My door is always open to you.”
We both glance to our left when we see Harper approach, Sadie right next to her. They watch us with wary gazes and I feel like we’re doing the same thing to them.
“What are you boys planning tonight, hmm?” The devilish smile on Sadie’s face tells me she’s on to us.
Hmm, and how would she know? Can’t help but wonder if Ryan’s fucking around with her on the side.
“None of your damn business,” Ryan calls out to her with a smile, making her laugh.
“You ready to go, Harper?”
She nods, murmuring something to Sadie before she brushes right past me and climbs into the passenger seat of her brother’s car.
I watch her as she pulls the door shut, shoving my hands in my front pockets as Ryan reminds me to come by around seven and then jogs over to the driver’s side of his car. She glances out the window, her gaze locking with mine, her eyes narrowing.
I lift the corner of my mouth in a one-sided smile, thinking of all the fun we could have tonight if she’d let me sneak into her room. I’m sure I could convince her to let me inside. I’d even bet on it.
Harper
My brother is a complete idiot.
Our parents gave us the biggest speech ever about not having people over when they’re out of town and how our friends broke stuff and raided their liquor cabinet. Ryan put on his best innocent front, telling them he had no control over their actions and he didn’t think the party would get so out of hand.
He took the brunt of the blame because it was more his party than mine, and our parents knew it. I invited Sadie over. That’s it. While Ryan invited the entire school.
Anyway.
He’s got a group of guys out in the backyard sitting by the pool, the tiki torches lit and music playing while they all pass around a blunt. One of those guys just happens to be Easton.
An aggravated sigh leaves me and I refocus on my laptop and the English essay I need to write that’s only halfway finished. I tap at the keys for a little bit before ! pause, my mind drawing a blank.
I can’t concentrate.
It’s so hard, knowing Easton is here. In my backyard. I should be mad at him. I slapped his stupid face for saying such a shitty thing to me. Run a train ..
I kind of knew what he meant, but not really. The moment I slipped into my desk at class I pulled out my phone and Googled it, even more furious when I read the definition.
He wanted to uh take turns with me with his friends? Gross.
The more I thought about it, the more I realized he was absolutely full of shit. He doesn’t want to share me with his friends.
He wants to keep me all to himself.
Doesn’t matter though. I’m still mad at him. And I swear, he makes me so mad that I also become aroused. Which is just weird and freaks me out a little. Like, what the hell is wrong with me?
Lots of things. Plenty of things. And all of them have to do with Easton.
Sighing, I give up trying to work on the essay and go to my window, pulling the curtain back so I can watch the boys sitting at the outdoor table, their long bodies slouched forward, legs spread and heads leaning back against the cushioned seats of our outdoor chairs. My gaze zeros in on Easton, noting his black hoodie and pants. How he looks ready to commit armed robbery, which is kind of hot.
See? I have issues.
My phone buzzes and I run to go check it.
Easton: I see you.
I glance toward the window, wondering if I should answer him.
Easton: Checking me out?
My fingers start flying. The arrogant jerk.
Me: You wish.
Easton: Why aren’t you down here?
Me: Why are you texting me? I SLAPPED you.
Easton: You can’t stay mad at me forever.
Me: I should
Easton: Let me see your room.
I pause, staring at his text. Should I? That’s risky. God knows what he might do to me in here.
A shiver slips down my spine at all the possibilities flooding my brain.
Me: No way.
Easton: Come on. Just for a few minutes.
Me: Why?
Easton: I want to talk to you.
Me: Fine. But hurry. And don’t tell Ryan.
Easton: Like I would.
I toss my phone on my nightstand and frantically get to work. Gather up all the papers and crap on my desk and shove them in my backpack. Slam my laptop shut. Kick my dirty clothes into the closet and shut the door. I straighten my bed as best can, eventually full on making it.
He’s still not here.
I go to the window and peek outside.
He’s not down there either.
My door quietly swings open and then he’s slipping inside, closing the door quietly behind him before he turns to face me, a devilish smile on his face as he scans my room. His hood is pulled over his head, giving him a stalkerish air which I should not find appealing.
Yet I do.
“Nice digs.”
I roll my eyes.
“What do you want, Easton?”
“Have I ever told you I like it when you say my name?” He raises his brows.
Remembering I don’t have a bra on under the oversized T-shirt I’m currently wearing, I cross my arms over my chest.
“Even when I’m mad at you?”
“Especially when you’re mad at me.” His gaze rakes over me, lingering on my legs, which are exposed by the cotton night shorts I like to wear to bed.
“Come here.”
It’s the unspoken demand in his voice that does it for me. Like I can’t stop myself, I approach him, a gasp escaping me when he snatches me by the waist and pulls me into him. Our torsos are flush, my thin shorts no barrier between my body and his ridged erection.
I’m confused. One look at me and he gets hard?
“Why do you hate me so much?” He touches my cheek with the backs of his fingers, drifting his knuckles down, down, until he’s running them along my jaw. Goosebumps erupt all over my body and I part my lips, ready to answer him.
But he keeps talking.
“I wouldn’t kiss Aisha,” he murmurs, his fingers slipping beneath my chin and tilting my face up.
“I’m not interested in her.”
“You’re lying.” My voice is shaky and I close my eyes when his thumb brushes against my lower lip.
“It’s true.” His thumb presses against the middle of my lip.
“You enjoy that kiss with Blake today?”
I say nothing.